It’s a tale of the old cobbler’s kids have no shoes. I’ve been stalking G all morning because I worry about her. Her funk funked up more when she read about City Park having no funds this morning. I said but the good part is that people are going in and cleaning the park, and they weren’t doing that pre-Katrina – so we know it falls to us and we’re doing it. She said, “it’s…
A woman was walking her dwarf goat in the Marigny on the way to Bacchanal. H asked me in the elevator tonight on the way upstairs if I’d have sex with him – I gave him a puzzled look and said “don’t you think subtlety might be your friend?” – he said he was giving it his best shot. Good grief. L came to Bacchanal tonight with another L and said again in passing that…
I woke from a deep nap that made me hop up and get going. Went to see mom and she was ironing her uniforms for the the week. It’s disconcerting to see her older, her routines having taken on some sort of death march, her gaze having died out almost. I picked up G afterwards and headed towards Bacchanal but got caught in some serious traffic from a second line that we’re not sure of…
Try to figure out a method for determining where I get all the bruises – head to toe is sprinkled with bruises – carrying the doors at the LaLa, almost drowning in the hot tub as I attempted ungracefully to get into it, carrying my bike down the stairs – it wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the death glow pallor that is the backdrop for every one of the purple brown and…
Just when I thought the Chihuahuas would go away I picked up the paper and see that some woman was arrested or cited or something for having too many Chihuahuas! Fuck a chihuahua. G says she has given up on the cemetery Chihuahua because it’s a bitch – duh!!!!
Gomez writes me that T has good hair – what goes through people’s minds – it’s a puzzle. He also supplied some family backstory on T that I was only partially aware of. A gave me a dead butterfly last night, which I added to my dead insect collection – one petrified grasshopper and one black butterfly. L said he likes my hair in a tangled mess. Perhaps he still has some in his hands…
The cool front was short lived and the bike ride seemed a lot longer this morning but it was still good to get out there – when I got to the end of the lakefront though I got a little creeped out because there was no one around and it felt eerie with Philip Glass playing through my IPOD so I zipped around and hurried back.
I crept home at 4:30AM this morning and for some pitiful reason was up at 7:30 walking the Bean. My neighbor T was working on his truck. He always takes his guitar over to the Fairgrinds and plays in the afternoon, but Friday night I saw him over there with a fiddle – and he sounded terrific. This morning he said thanks for organizing the bridge on Katrina’s anniversary and I said, you didn’t stay…
For me to stay here I got to be me. You’ll never be in doubt. ….. I spoke to D last night at L’s house because he’s a contractor he told me what to do with the whole rubber roof terrace floor decking issue. He said do the torch down but have someone very experienced do it because it can burn down your house (Twickler), then glue the sleepers to the rubber mat going parallel…
The addition to the LaLa is a screen porch with a balcony or terrace on top. The screen porch is almost like a room – not having treated wood columns but actually wall panels that have cypress siding etc. Bud told Steve and me to order this composite decking material that is waterproof because it has tongue and groove and you can run a bead of silica in between. The manufacturer says it is not…